Dead Rocker

​When they went right
you went left
You danced
to your very own beat
 
with a style that
could not have been
duplicated
A Boy brought up in
 
a society of clones
You did it
your own way
and no one could have
 
taken that away
When they went up
you dove into
the underground
 
A language of your own
you spoke fluently
A life of your own
you created so diligently
 
No one could have
told you what was what
Where you lacked in brains
you made up in
 
creativity
All the uniforms of your peers
you tore holes
in our culture
 
No one could’ve told you
the right way
because you’d always
do it your own way
 
You were my friend
and I danced with you
in the flames
You taught me so much
 
about life
——but somehow
it wasn’t enough
because that needle’s
 
calling was too strong
for you to resist
You thought it was
the only way
 
to coexist in this
freakish world
where left was right
and up was down
 
You tried to carve
a name with the rocknroll
you played
but you were too late
 
to make it
You lived in a veil
of misery
a shameful voice
 
of oppression
You were disillusioned
from the day
you were hatched
 
Born a tortured soul
Died a tormented genius
—but it was
much too late
 
————but you tried
so hard to
persevere
You were loved
 
You were you
And you died
too soon
If only you knew///